Warning! Contains m/m
The sound of the hot water beating down on his form was the only thing Cheetor could hear as he took his shower before recharging that night. Not that he wanted to recharge. Lately he'd been having strange dreams. Not nightmare's but sexual dreams of a kind that he'd never experienced before. Always before his partners were female but lately his fantasies while sleeping had taken on a more masculine presence. Cheetor looked into the glass door his reflection stared back at him. But for the first time in along while he wasn't sure who it was who was staring back at him.
' Am I gay.' He thought.
' I can't be, I love Arachnia, so why am I having these dreams and why are they about Silverbolt'
The thought of the Predacon femme and her lover had an unexpected result; Cheetor began to feel a tingling in his rod. Combined with the sensation of the hot water caressing his rod as it ran down his body, the memory of his recent dreams was quickly producing a rather large erection. Cheetor looked down and groaned in dismay.
"Oh man not know"
For a while Cheetor tried to will away his erection by thinking about mundane things like weather patterns and reactor core temperature variations. But it wasn't working. Closing his eyes Cheetor reached down and began caressing his rod with the tips of his fingers trying this time to bring himself of without having to fantasize about anything. That to however did not work. Sighing in defeat let his mind wander and inevitably it decided to focus on a very handsome fuzor.
Silverbolt walked through the hallways of the maximal base in a mood that could best be described as bored to tears. Blackarachnia was deep in the middle of inventing something and did not want to be disturbed. That left him totally bored and also a little horny. As Silverbolt rounded a corner the sound of a shower running caught his attention. Looking around he realized he was right outside the young cat's room.
'Good I need to talk to him about his behaviour around my beloved anyway, I'm sure he won't mind if I let myself in'
Silverbolt opened the door and stepped inside. He'd never been inside the young Maximal's quarters before and was quite surprised to find how clean it was.
"Cheetor?" He called out.
At first he got no reply but then he heard a loud moan coming from the bathroom. Fearing the worst for Cheetor the fuzor rushed into the bathroom only to be frozen on spot by the sight he saw. There standing in the shower facing out toward Silverbolt was Cheetor. The young maximal was leaning back against the wall with his legs bowed and body shaking as he viscously pumped away at his rod. Silverbolt began to feel his own rod harden under his codpiece as he watched Cheetor desperately trying to bring himself off, completely oblivious to the company he now had. Fortunately that quickly changed for as Cheetor emitted yet another low moan his eyes flickered open. At that point time seemed to stop for the both of them a look of pure horror was frozen on his face. After a moment the young Cat managed to stammer a little.
"Sss.. Ss... Silve... Silverbolt"
As Cheetor tried to stammer out a sentence the fuzor came to a decision. "Not a bad rod you got there kid, but you really ought to let someone else do that, its much more fun."
With a wicked gleam in his eye Silverbolt stepped forward, reaching down he grasped the young Maximals rod and started to slowly stroke it. Cheetor couldn't help but cry out at the sensation; this was better so much better. As Silverbolt continued to stroke his rod Cheetor felt his legs give out he fell forward onto Silverbolt's chest. Cheetor silently thanked his weakened legs as the fuzor wrapped his wings around him and started stroking him even faster. After another moment Silverbolt looked deep into Cheetor's eyes
"Does that feel good kitten?"
" Yes!"
"Do you want to stop?"
"No"
Silverbolt bent down just a little and claimed the youth's mouth with his own. He moaned with pleasure as Cheetor thrust his tongue into his mouth as he increased the pressure on Cheetor's rod. Finally after a few more moments of torturous pleasure Cheetor broke the kiss and threw back his head crying out Silverbolt's name as he came.
"OH MY GOD!"
Cheetor's eyes shot wide open.
End of part one.
Part 2: Reality
Cheetor felt totally ashamed and completely humiliated he'd been caught doing something very embarrassing by the very mech he had been fantasizing about. Now with only a towel wrapped around him he slunk out his head hung low so he wouldn't see the anger in Silverbolt's face. Fortunately the older mech was anything but angry, slightly confused yes, embaresed most assuredly but not angry in the slightest.
"Cheetor�" Silverbolt began but was cut off by Cheetor.
"I'm sorry" he said tears of shame now running down his cheeks
As he saw Cheetor begging to break down Silverbolt had a moment of clarity. Cheetor's shame did not come entirely from being caught masturbating by the person he was fantasizing about, but from what he was fantasizing about.
'He's ashamed of being Gay'
Silverbolt knew that simply would not do. He himself had faced more than a little prejudice from hardliners who thought same sex relationships were disgusting and he wasn't about to let Cheetor be ashamed of himself because of that same belief they inturn instilled upon their children. Standing up he walked over to where Cheetor was and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. He shied away a little at first but relaxed after a few moments.
"Cheetor I'm the one who should be saying they're sorry I walked in without asking and intruded on your privacy it wasn't your fault."
"Yes it was," he blurted out
"It was my fault, I'm disgusting." With that he tried to pull away from Silverbolt but he pulled him back turning him so that they were facing each other. Cheetor hung his head avoiding eye contact.
"No your not disgusting, you did nothing wrong."
He could see Cheetor wasn't going to believe him, not if all he did was talk. Looking down at the young maximal whose tears were still slowly flowing Silverbolt came to a decision that he prayed his love would understand. He wasn't quite sure wether their agreement would extend to cover what he was planning. He just hoped it wouldn't spook Cheetor and make things worse. Taking a deep breath he spoke.
"Cheetor. Cheetor look at me"
The young bot raised his head at looked Silverbolt in the face for the first time.
"Cheetor. Why is it wrong?" In response he got a confused look.
"Why?"
"Because, Because, I don't know why, it just is."
"It's not you know, It's actually more normal than you might think."
"It is?"
"Yes, in fact most of the mechs in this base go both ways including Tigatron, and myself."
Cheetor's look of shock wasn't all that suprising.
"You've had sex with mechs."
"Yes." After a slight pause Cheetor spoke again.
"Was it good."
"It varied, sometimes were better than others, but it always felt good."
Cheetor didn't speak this time as he thought about what had just been said Silverbolt watched him intently. Cheetor's tears had for now dried up it was now or never. Bringing up his hand to the young bots face he gently wiped away the remaining tears.
"Cheetor do you want me to show you how good it can feel." For a while there was silence but finally he got his reply.
"Yes"
Hearing this Silverbolt smiled and gently pulled the young bot into a loving embrace. Then leaning forward he gently planted his lips onto Cheetor's. Both bots began to feel their fuel pumps beating faster as the once timid kiss grew hotter. Silverbolt reached down to the towl wrapped around Cheetor's waist and pulled it off. Then very gently he began to caress the newly exposed rod.
Cheetor let out a low moan. It felt so good so much better than he'd thought it would. Still locked in their kiss Cheetor reached down to Silverbolt's codpiece and gently massaged the bulge with one hand while undoing the latches with the other. As he undid the last latch Silverbolt's codpiece leapt off as the winged maximals now aching rod was finally freed; breaking the kiss Cheetor let his eyes wander down Silverbolt's chest to feast on the magnificent sight. Silverbolt was larger than Cheetor, not by much but enough to make Cheetor gape in awe. It had to be at least nine inches long and had a roundness and maturity that Cheetor's own staff lacked. Under other circumstances he may have been jealous but all Cheetor felt was a deep-seated need to have it between lips and to taste all the juices it would give him from his suckling.
So intent was Cheetor's study of Silverbolt's magnificent rod that he did not notice Silverbolt removing what was left of their armour nor did he notice being guided to the bed. When however he found his view changing as he was laid down on the bed he finally noticed something was happening. Looking down he saw Silverbolt lowering his head so as to take Cheetor into his mouth.
"Wait, please stop."
Silverbolt's head came up quickly a concerned look on his face.
"I'm not going to hurt you kitten it will feel good."
"I know," he replied sitting up "that's why I wanted to do you first."
Cheetor moved closer and nuzeled Silverbolt.
"Please," he said as he reached down and grasped Silverbolt's rod "Please let me suck you off."
Silverbolt's only response was a smile as Cheetor pushed him back down onto the bed and positioned himself with his mouth only inches away from the tip of Silverbolt's shaft his hand now slowly moving up and down it's length. Cheetor looked up locking his gaze with Silverbolt he kept it that way as he slowly opened his mouth and lowered his head down to engulf the head of the delicious rod in front of him. Cheetor's tongue began licking as much of the rod as he could as he sucked strongly all the while gently bobbing his head up and down. All the while as he suckled on his rod Cheetor stared up at Silverbolt watching as the older mechs smile turned into a look of ecstasy. Smiling as best he could around the rod in his mouth Cheetor closed his eyes and set about the task of making the winged bot cum his processor out.
Silverbolt couldn't believe the change in the teenaged bot not that he was complaining. His thoughts were interrupted as Cheetor began deep throating his rod. Silverbolt reached down and grabbed the back of Cheetor's head and thrust as hard as he could, giving out a low roar as he shot his cum down Cheetor's throat.
Silverbolt lay there as the cat quite happily licked up the last traces of his orgasm. Through the after orgasm bliss he quickly came to the conclusion the Cheetor deserved a reward for his marvellous effort. Sitting back up he grabbed a hold of his partner and gently lay him down. Not wasting any words he grasped Cheetor's rod and began to stroke it's length. He heard the young maximal give out a low groan as he thrust involuntarily into Silverbolt's stroking hand.
"Feels good huh?" he asked
"Yes."
"Well, you haven't felt anything yet."
Cheetor gasped as Silverbolt engulfed his aching rod sucking him in as far as he could and using his tongue to incredible effect. 'So good' he thought 'They were wrong, all of them nothing this good can be bad.' As the pleasure increased so did his need to cum he began moaning continuosly as the pressure built, thrusting involuntarily into Silverbolt mouth.
"Oh yes, suck it. Please Silverbolt suck me off."
Cheetor reached down and grabbed the back of the fuzors head holding him in place as he vigorously fucked his face desperately trying to cum. Finally Cheetor felt the beginnings of it and threw his head back and screamed as he came in Silverbolt's mouth. Cheetor lay there eyes wide and open mouthed, he had never cummed like that in his life and he wanted more. Silverbolt finished cleaning his rod and moved up the bed so they were level.
"You know." Silverbolt said reaching out to gently stroke Cheetor's cheek. "We're going to have to work on your control. You're supposed to last a little longer than that."
"Fuck me."
That wasn't the response he'd expected and for several moments they both just lay there neither even breathing.
"Please Silverbolt do me now."
A smile spread across Silverbolt's face as he moved in for a deep loving kiss. Gently he parted Cheetor's lips as he did the same to Cheetor's legs. Just as gently he moved his tongue to the opening of Cheetor's mouth just as he moved his rod to Cheetor's other opening. Then after a slight pause he thrust both of them in as hard and as deep as possible.
Cheetor screamed his whole world seemed to shatter as the pain of Silverbolt's entrance overtook him. But in that pain there was pleasure like he never experienced before. It was that pleasure that he grasped onto as he wrapped his legs around his lover and bit deep into his shoulder. The mixture of pleasure and pain grew yet even more intense as Silverbolt withdrew and thrust in yet again. Forcing even more of his staff into him. Again and again his lover thrust home each time more of him entered until finally Cheetor was taking him all. Cheetor's mind was reeling as the pain began to subside overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of Silverbolt's full length thrusting in and out of him. Cheetor could feel his rod being pleasured by the friction of the movement Silverbolt's stomach as he fucked him. Suddenly and completely unexpectedly his lover withdrew completely. Before he could protest Cheetor found himself being flipped onto his stomach and then pulled up onto his hands and knees. The younger mech had just enough time to look back and watch as Silverbolt slammed his full length back into him. Grabbing him by the hips Silverbolt began fucking Cheetor harder and faster than ever and Cheetor found himself almost literally throwing himself back into the strokes desperate for more pleasure. Finally the intense pleasure became all too much for the both of them as with a howl Silverbolt came triggering off Cheetor their cries rising in a crescendo until they both collapsed and feel quickly into deep sleeps and very pleasant dreams.